dawn

my morning i’m mourning

it’s the end of my evening 

my normal mornings

end with me snoring, 

interrupted by yawning. 

when a normal morning 

means waking up belonging 

to a schedule, ready to get full

and start a morning making breakfast

my morning i’m mourning 

because mine started feeling restless 

without a second slipping into dreamland 

my morning began quite late, 

a better plot could not be planned

for a way to waste 10 hours straight 

than watching the time pass and wait 

for the feeling you feel to go away 

it didn’t